Sometimes I wander into emptiness
Inside my head, tiptoeing timidly,
And sneaking over edges, acquiesce,
In thoughts of life and death, and vividly
Sculpture the cliff with epitaphs. Sometimes.
And at others, I track back, hearkening
To what sails in the wind, flutters and chimes,
To whatever's left amid darkening
Dusk, the orange, eviscerated sun.
The lure of the fall's never been stronger,
Never sweeter the desire to shun.
I smile at that precipice. Death monger -
Hoping to trip but failing in gumption
Absolve me, pull me to my redemption.
Inside my head, tiptoeing timidly,
And sneaking over edges, acquiesce,
In thoughts of life and death, and vividly
Sculpture the cliff with epitaphs. Sometimes.
And at others, I track back, hearkening
To what sails in the wind, flutters and chimes,
To whatever's left amid darkening
Dusk, the orange, eviscerated sun.
The lure of the fall's never been stronger,
Never sweeter the desire to shun.
I smile at that precipice. Death monger -
Hoping to trip but failing in gumption
Absolve me, pull me to my redemption.
2 comments:
'The lure of the fall'- I thought only i had this manic impulse :) Many of my nightmares have consisted of dreams in which I could not resist looking into the depths below and hung on to the ledge instead.
I m thrilled to see you reveal the conflicting thoughts one faces at the precipice. Whether to give in or to fall back? Eerie indeed!
Yep. I think i would call it a bit of existentialism. What is redemption, anyway? Is it overcoming the urge to go beyond the unknown or otherwise, staying in the fading light of a dying sun?
Why does man exist, as they would like to argue.
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